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we'll be lost before the dawn
Jul. 19th, 2007 12:53 amRight, so, four in the morning tomorrow -- today, really -- Dad and I are going to get into the van and drive for quite a while until we reach New York and the Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival and I will sleep most of the way and will likely remember nothing. Sometime around eleven we shall arrive and pitch our tent and hope that we don't end up with a rubbish spot, and then we will enjoy four splendid days of music and I will be so busy that I will (hopefully) not pine after Deathly Hallows too much. (At least I am really hoping this. The anticipation has reached a frenzy point. Oh dear. I shall wear my Tonks-esque outfit and see if anyone comments on it.) I will be disappointed that I haven't managed to find ankle bracelets yet -- I wanted them for the dancing; I love the idea of them jingling while I leap about clumsily, skirts flying. I don't have very nice ankles, though, so perhaps it's for the best. I shall also see Nickel Creek and the Duhks and the Kruger Brothers and Bela Fleck and Sam Bush and will hopefully discover someone new and marvellous.
I have a horrible feeling that I am going to run into someone who is miraculously reading Deathly Hallows, and either I shall steal their copy and run away laughing wickedly and never come back, or I shall beg them to let me read the first chapter or five, or I shall just stare at them yearningly until they become uncomfortable and leave.
The fact that I am going on and on clearly shows how sleepy I am but this is perfectly all right as car trips were made to sleep through. (Oh dear I am not sure what I am going to do when I am in charge of driving the car trips.)
And I really hope that once I have got back I will catch up properly and reply to the things I want and need to reply to, but there will be a great block of squeeing or mourning over Deathly Hallows and hopefully a magnificently great block of Banui Writing Fic (I have learnt that nothing inspires fic like new canon), and, um, stuff. I am losing my train of thought and should go to bed.
Er -- goodnight, everyone. I shall see you lot Monday.
I have a horrible feeling that I am going to run into someone who is miraculously reading Deathly Hallows, and either I shall steal their copy and run away laughing wickedly and never come back, or I shall beg them to let me read the first chapter or five, or I shall just stare at them yearningly until they become uncomfortable and leave.
The fact that I am going on and on clearly shows how sleepy I am but this is perfectly all right as car trips were made to sleep through. (Oh dear I am not sure what I am going to do when I am in charge of driving the car trips.)
And I really hope that once I have got back I will catch up properly and reply to the things I want and need to reply to, but there will be a great block of squeeing or mourning over Deathly Hallows and hopefully a magnificently great block of Banui Writing Fic (I have learnt that nothing inspires fic like new canon), and, um, stuff. I am losing my train of thought and should go to bed.
Er -- goodnight, everyone. I shall see you lot Monday.
